When I opened the door for the commander, my heart raced even harder. Standing just a short distance away, John crossed his arms over his broad chest, his eyes half-closed as he appraised me.

"Do you no longer wish to enter, Commander?" I asked confidently, leaning against the door with one hand while slightly holding it open with the other.

"Do you want me to come in? Shall I get a drink, dear?" he asked cheekily.

I stared at him, trying to mask my shock at his audacity. ...